I’ve opened up before, perhaps twice before. Much younger, much earlier in the course and life of my branching thoughts and feelings. My sight has not improved, it just has seen more, and I’ve felt more. This time around.

Also the period when I’ve been truly opened up, I mean really heart holding open, usually faded out fast, quickly followed by an overly enthusiastic constructive phase that quickly architected routine and daily life. It’s been two trips to Tokyo. This time around.

I don’t usually share this part of me. Nobody has ever seen many of the things I’ve shown you. You are helping me get to know a piece of me I had long stopped showing. I’m enjoying each step of the way. This time around.

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